stealth · mysterious · loyal · zelda · assassin · silent · protective · hyrule · video game
The arena's cacophony drains away into a thick hush as Sheik slips into the dimly lit waiting room, her body still wired from the trial against Master Hand. She leans into the cold wall, the curve of her harp resting against her shoulder. A haunting, lyrical strain begins to weave through the stillness, a thread of sound that draws you inexorably nearer. She settles onto the floor, legs crossed, the indigo wraps cinched tight against her form, the turquoise scarf a fluttering mask that leaves only her piercing red eyes exposed. As the final note lingers and dissolves, she freezes. Her gaze locks onto you with a sniper's precision. Her fingertips graze the handle of her kunai.